Dat Sound Good (feat. Ab-Soul, Mac Miller)

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I'm just a, I'm just a

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Yeah, I'm just a, I'm just a

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I'm just a regular chilling with thugs and legends

I got deceased contacts in my phone I never delete

I keep my cellular plugged into heaven

Somebody nudge the reverend

Tell him I'm selling a white girl like I'm Starbucks

Uggs and leggings, all of these hugs and kissy emojis

Killing my 4G, all of these soldiers killing 'em for me

I told her to chill, but still I'm an OG

Wish I could go back in time and keep it real with my old lady

I asked, but she'd rather deal with a dope tree

Or would she rather deal with my cold feet?

That's a wild question, may the best man win

And may I be the best man that I can be

Everywhere I'm at but my wedding

Get live rounds from guns that are gigantic

'Cause you wouldn't bow down like the front of the Titanic

You're gonna die, dammit

I'm bringing drama through your homicidio

Like I'm tryna say homicide in Spanish

My **** Joel Ortiz said

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I'm in tip-top condition

I just gotta keep the passion

I'm in tip-top condition with a hustler's ambition

I'm sick of hip hop, I should be in the damn kitchen

Whipping something potent for the chosen clientele

All the smoke that I inhale, I'm supposed to be high as hell

But that's a twisted figure of speech, hell is below you

I'm guaranteed heaven before I'm beneath the soil

Toil with the squad, that's how you get sent to God, dog

You know it's backwards to go against God, dog

Whoever gets a whiff of the base is loaded like the World Series

Steve Jobs died, now the world Siris

(I respect you)

And that's serious as a heart attack, I'm an ancient artifact

We question if your art is fact

In fact, you're gassed up like you're hard to match

Leave you ablaze, extinguish your remains

I'm the leader of this game old school or new

Old soul, but my shoes is new, yo, yo

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A bunch of poison in my blood stream

Now it's getting ugly, I must be another junkie

How lucky am I to still be alive, I'm going crazy

Bought a Mercedes with money I raised for Haiti

Abducted Brenda's baby, sold it to a gay couple

Take drugs, high enough to juggle with some space shuttles

You're worst nightmare, breathing all the white air

Inhale, exhale

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Yeah, the unforgettable walking bicentennial man

Born an idea, was never a man

I'm with Ab-Soul the asshole, Nickel Nine, and Primo

Shit, Larry Fisher brought the technicolor dream coat

I'm spitting on the face of evil

You internet rapers with no matter, I delete you

I ain't human, more a movement of illusions

Live from confusion, if you see 'em, shoot 'em

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